No, not as in like, they're going to the *Galleria* to find a pair of BITCHEN jeans to fit their butts--
As in like, their toe nails are totally GRODY TO THE MAX.
Before I show you lot the gruesome photographic evidence, let me just first say a few words in my own defense. First there was the 6 months of pregnancy sickness (which made me not think at all about grooming anything that others couldn't see. Don't worry, I'm not going here with you. Not yet, anyway). Currently there's the matter of the large expanse of my middle, which makes bending in half more challenging than ever. Plus, there's this 'thing' that I have. I hate, hate, hate things between my toes. Even my own fingers. I'm not kidding, it's been since childhood and I have no idea why. These things make me break out in a sweat. Doing my own toe nails is unpleasant and sometimes makes me feel a little woozy. So, as you can imagine having someone else's fingers between my toes holds about as much draw for me as having someone take out all my eyelashes one by one. You could say that I'm not a 'Pedicurer.'
So it's bad. But I figure if all these people can do it--show the real deal--so can I.
Here goes. To get the full effect, you really should click on the enlarged image. If you have a strong enough stomach, it's good for one of those grossed-out, uncomfortable laughs. (I'll narrate as we go):
Okay, so first: Lay off the commentary on the toes themselves. I am quite aware that they are a strange *geometric-ish* shape and I've heard all of the possible jokes, including but not limited to the following:
"Those things look like Vanilla Tootsie Rolls, the midget size."
"It looks like all your toes got chopped off by a foot guillotine, they are all the same length, except that weird sideways one at the end."
"Hey! Your feet look just like _________________________'s feet!" (Insert the name of your favorite male Flinstones character.)
Even though it is acutely embarrassing, I am serving up these delicious, eye candyish photos in order that you may observe the heinous longness of the nails, plus the nasty--whatever it is--that's creating that 'tinge 'o color' under the heinously long nails. Then, just for an extra special treat for you, here's a close up of this one:
The little guy there on the end was a martyr to an art project when I tripped over my art bin while painting cute things on The Nephew's nursery walls and almost took it clean off. Yes, it's an art martyr. It still gives me crotch crawl to think about it.
And in case you thought that sound you heard was me ripping apart the Velcro straps that hold my socks up, let me rest your mind. That's just the actual sound of me removing my sock, as my heel skin tries desperately to hang on.
See what I'm saying? A tragedy.
So, if you'll excuse me, I have to go and schedule an emergency appointment with a toe violating pedicurist and hope she's not, like, OH MY GOD, like BAG THOSE TOENAILS.
I *will* post an update.
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